One of these things first

It's very quiet outside, that snowy stillness. I envy Nuschler's ability to walk outside with his fur coat and take it all in. He's quite majestic, surveying his kingdom, perfectly warm.

It's days like this that I feel we are all going quietly insane. You do the shoveling, the plowing, the reversing and driving it takes to get where you need to go and today, when the snow is so insurmountable, it feels like enough. I made it here, don't ask for anything else of me.

And, once you have it all clear, the weather laughs at you and dumps some more.

I suspect that my arms are going to sneak off in the middle of the night to avoid any use tomorrow. A preemptive strike. No more moving snow with that wonky shovel. Go out and find the one store that still has shovels. We'll come back when you have the proper snow removal tools.

But it's not enough to just shovel. You also need to socialize, work, push that GNP forward. And maybe, just for a second, enjoy the stillness before you have to shovel again.

And by "again", I mean Thursday.

(le Bec would like you to pray for a snow day, please)

Song: From Nick Drake. Great, melancholy stuff.